I went away to London for the summer. I say 'away' although of course I mean 'home'. I went home. It was nice, for the most part. Five weeks is a long time to be not-in-your-own-bed. And not the fun, 'I'm shagging my way through Europe' type, but rather, the type where you just feel a bit different, and not just because you can tell, by comparison that your bed might be A Bad Bed. Home is London, see, and for five weeks this summer, that was really true. I slept and rose most mornings in my sister's house in south London, and then I did things all around the city. I didn't leave the city of my birth once, contrary to my grand plans to visit Rome or Paris at least once. It turns out that when I am busy, I get lazy. I wanted London, and London got me full-time, for a while.
Utimately, home is where the dirty dishes are
Utimately, home is where the dirty dishes are
Utimately, home is where the dirty dishes are
I went away to London for the summer. I say 'away' although of course I mean 'home'. I went home. It was nice, for the most part. Five weeks is a long time to be not-in-your-own-bed. And not the fun, 'I'm shagging my way through Europe' type, but rather, the type where you just feel a bit different, and not just because you can tell, by comparison that your bed might be A Bad Bed. Home is London, see, and for five weeks this summer, that was really true. I slept and rose most mornings in my sister's house in south London, and then I did things all around the city. I didn't leave the city of my birth once, contrary to my grand plans to visit Rome or Paris at least once. It turns out that when I am busy, I get lazy. I wanted London, and London got me full-time, for a while.